in his eyes

his voice is like silk and whiskey
so smooth and so deadly
breaking through all the walls
i’ve carefully built around me

and when he says the things
i desperately need to hear
that i’m beautiful and that i matter
suddenly there’s nothing i fear

i’ll believe him for as long as I can
for sometimes a girl needs a little help now and then
to remember just how strong she is
deep down inside and from her pen

so keep talking, my introspective man
share the world that you see
so i can see it too and know
that some days it’s okay to simply be

strong and beautiful
sometimes vulnerable
perfectly imperfect and
in your eyes, unstoppable